I have never been the type to remember things well, but there is this one moment that will always cling to me for the rest of my life. It was when my family accidentally left me at church alone while they went out to eat at a restaurant. This happened when I was around 11 to 12 years old. It was a Sunday afternoon that day. We were at church. Nothing special or out of the ordinary was happening. Everything was just normal. The church service just ended and everyone rose from their seats to talk with each other. It was the usual social gathering time for everyone. During this time, my parents would speak to almost every person present in the building, while my siblings would talk to their friends. I never really had a person to talk to, so I always stuck close to my family. At first, I was with my parents. They were with a family friend. I hear them talking about their lives and something about eating together for lunch. Losing interest, I decided to go to my sisters. They were laug